“Strolled down to 22nd and Mission for the Ritual Burning of the Mattresses. I was thinking, where do these mattresses come from? Is there a Mattress Guy who keeps them on hand for easy distribution any time a sports team wins a title or a white cop is acquitted of something? Where do the mattresses come from? Some people were calling it a “riot,” but Detroit is all BITCH PLEASE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A RIOT IS.”

Yeah, I had the same thought about the Mattress, but before it was on fire. I was walking up from 23rd to 22nd and there was the mattress in the middle of the street, with people jumping up and down on it like a trampoline. I thought to myself “Where the hell did they even GET a mattress?! I’m surprised no-one has set it on fire.” By the time I exited Doc’s Clock… They had.

And yes… Not a goddamn riot, and I’m tired of people referring to it as a riot. It was a street party that got a bit out of hand, with a tiny tiny subset of people deciding that the best way to celebrate was by fucking shit up. That is unfortunate, and condemnable, but it does not a riot make.